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Coda

Were we music?
There seemed to have been a song there,
Writ in B7,
“Nobody Knows The Trouble I’ve Seen”
“Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay”
Now that I’ve “Walk(ed) Away” I am “Down In The Valley,”
Though “You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine”.

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The Hermit

Somewhere in the war between winter and spring waging in a backyard,

half scrawled promise against promiscuity that severed spider limbs from moth balls,

made mania from a mammoth making mischief,

contemplating meeting Mason in the immediacy,

lost between heartbreak and bliss.

 

Miss “cheevious” and chortling,

contemporary lost to mortality,

the stream that spit the consciousness on top of this,

that split to shift the depth of the problems he was having.

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Gratitude: Part 21

Right now I am grateful for:

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Journal – Legwork

Last night I rode to my love’s house (she lives just down the street), and together we took a night on the town. First we went to the Erotic Heritage Museum (where she has worked, and where she still holds instruction from time to time) and heard a fascinating lecture on prostate massage – fascinating and informative, particularly considering my new line of work.
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Junk

Junk was supposedly inspired by the 31p/31d prompt for August 8th, but then it became something very, very different. I’ll let you read it and figure it out for yourself. It was certainly fun to write, but I have to wonder why I have so much strangeness coming out of me and if I can write something without a weird twist in it.

Dear Impermanence

Dear Impermanence,

I scrawled you beneath my skin in wedding cake and salvaged bits of cellophane,
Around my ring finger, a testament to temperment, a subtlety I had been lacking,
To drive a reminder that each bright eye and every coy smile that declares love had better be worth covering you over.

Impermanence, how long did I lavish over you?
Drinking to dull the remembrance of your record needle scratches across the grooves of me.

Each inking after you, a pale comparison to the single spin our circling did around each other:
And though there is my history now stuck unto my temple,
It is you that drove these tattooes into my testimony.

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Herein A Nine Alm Aria – NaPoWriMo #21.2

Herein a nine alm aria,
Whose charity overflows despite a song of devastation,
That stuck six golden coins into a dish otherwise filled with copper,
A carload hash milieux,
That smoked out unsubtlety in fine-pressed strains of selfishness,
That tried to sing through the haze and got instead a swamp gas symphony of decay and floating debris and alligator’s indigestion,
Whose sweet voice atrophied in the dim lavender lamplight lovers come to loose themselves from each other under.

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